"Hello ma'am, are you there?" Kendall's voice sounded frantic, and my heart immediately skipped a beat.
"Yes, I'm here," I said in a whisper. "What's going on? Your messages sounded urgent."
"We can't talk over the phone," Kendall said quickly. "It's too risky. We'll need to meet somewhere."
"Meet you where? What's this about?"
"The old warehouse on Fifth Street, near the docks. You know the one? Come alone, and come tonight around eleven."
"Kendall, you're scaring me. Can't you just tell me what you found?"
"Listen to me carefully, Mrs. O'Brien. You can't trust anyone around you. The people you think are on your side... they're not your real people. Your father's dealings are much worse than you thought."
My blood ran cold. "What do you mean they're not my real people? What dealings?"
"I can't say more over the phone. Just... be careful who you trust. And come alone tonight. This is bigger than we initially thought."
